Mr. Bean and I went cross-country skiing yesterday – the first time in 5 years for me and the first time since Mr Bean was a Scout as a kid! Luckily for us, there wasn’t much of this:
And more of this:
Had we gone downhill skiing, which I never would do as I am terrible with the whole height thing, the former picture would be more representative of what had happened. I didn’t used to be afraid of heights – I even took downhill skiing lessons as a child! – but then, I fell out of a tree fort, had a few meltdowns while hiking by cliffs and/or falling down huge hills on skis. So, now I am quite happy to stay in places where my gravitational potential energy is much lower, thank you very much.
We had absolutely beautiful day for skiing in the mountains:
There’s something very peaceful about skiing through forests, especially when I’m not fearing for my life every second like on a ski hill.
Even Mr. Bean had fun and did quite well despite being dragged out on a ski that was 5 km longer than he had hoped.
So what are you: more of a downhill or cross-country skier or neither?